"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into d...
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-2nd person pov-
November 25th, Saturday - 7:35 pm
The music session had wrapped up a while ago, and now the group was back in the living room, sprawled out in various spots as the night settled in.
The clock on the wall read somewhere around 7:35, and the atmosphere had shifted into something more laid-back.
The earlier excitement from your performance now simmering into a quiet hum of contentment.
You were curled up on the living room couch, sipping on a drink Mina had tossed you from the fridge.
Jirou sat next to you, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone while Denki and Kirishima argued over a stupid mobile game.
Bakugo sat in the corner chair, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded like he was debating whether to stay or leave.
Sero stretched his arms over his head, letting out a groan as he got up from his seat.
"Alright, I gotta dip," he said, grabbing his jacket from where he'd draped it over the couch. "Night patrol's calling my name."
"Damn, already?" Denki whined, sprawled out on the floor with a bag of chips on his stomach.
"Yeah, man. Duty calls," Sero shrugged, slipping on his jacket.
Mina pouted. "Boo. Just skip it."
Sero snorted. "Yeah, lemme just call in and say, 'Sorry, can't make it, my friends are peer pressuring me into slacking off.'"
"You wouldn't be lying," Denki added, grinning.
Sero chuckled, shaking his head as he grabbed his jacket. "I'll catch y'all later."
Kirishima stood up from the couch, walking over to fist-bump him. "Stay safe, man."
"Always," Sero replied before heading to the door.
With a lazy wave, Sero made his way out.
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After Sero left, the group naturally slipped back into conversation, the energy settling into that comfortable, late-night vibe where everyone was too relaxed to move but not quite ready to leave yet.
